I sit here before the glow
to handwrite my love in pixels-
Dancing stylus across the screen
of paper pre-burnt in ways electrical
But in self-referential arrogance of
Refuge I've lost anything good to feel
(I'm just left scrawling self-ridicule)
A privelaged smart-ass with a magic pen
Using a future super computer to carve bad cursive script
Hoping that he won't (since this is no letter - not to "Dear Anyone"-
-yet still played w/ epistolary) be tripped
and caught as the massive dick he is.
I imagine - had this actually been a letter-
A simple email would've done me better.
Created: Apr 22, 2014epocadofim Image Media